On Saturday I went up to Norwich Cathedral to buy soap. I know that sounds daft but I'm allergic to everything. This particular type doesn't cause a problem and only local National Trust and the Cathedral shop sell it. As it was a very quiet, cold, dark afternoon in Lent there wasn't anyone in the cathedral precincts at all. Just right for the setting of an M R James horror story, and of course they did film The Stalls of Barchester here in 1972.
There are a few signs of spring even if we are suffering from the Mini Beast from the East at the moment.